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Topic: Sell the Plant! Sounds like a bar fight is in order!
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goth
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posted 09-22- 10:38 PM
   
*PoW*
Goth kicks in the door with his trite Doc Martin boots. Sweat pouring off his body under his cliché leather jacket (which looks absurd worn in the summer)."Hands off that plant mate!" He spats pointing a chubby finger at Hawk. "And step away from the Jade Picture if you value your life!" Before hawk can burst out laughing at the ridiculous poseur before him, Goth kicks over a table and sweeps up an empty beer bottle. He bashes the bottle on a chair, but the bottle does not break. He gives a fierce look at Hawk, daring him to laugh as he swings again. "Bonk" The bottle refuses to break again. "Rats!" Goth shouts, dropping the reluctant weapon, which shatters on impact with the floor. "Alright then, put up your dukes, you.... you.... you... RC Flyin', apron wearin', broom holding, bastard!" "This Chicken is going down fighting for Jade's honor!" "Lets get it on!" He steps forward, stumbling on the broken shards of glass.....
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Hawk
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posted 09-23- 08:57 AM
Two words, Shot gun.IP: Logged |
Hawk
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posted 09-23- 08:57 AM
Or is that one word.IP: Logged |
Mk10 225th
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posted 09-23- 10:50 AM
Um Hawk, I hate to tell ya how to run the bar, but it seems like you'll just need the Super Soaker with this one, judging by how "dangerous" he got with the bottle...------------------
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goth
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posted 09-23- 11:35 AM
With the ingnorant zeal of a ... zealot *ahem*... Goth continues to approach Hawk. Perhaps he thought Hawk said Shot Glass! Either way he stops just our of reach of Hawk, sneering like he thinks he's Clint Eastwood. Suddenly his whole demeanor changes... "Hey look, a Baby Wolf!" He points behind Hawk. As Hawk glances behind him, Goth makes a wild swing (forgetting his "just out of reach", and falls to the ground, slipping on broken peices of glass. IP: Logged |
Jerry
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posted 09-23- 12:41 PM
The only thing worse than a drunken lawyer is a sober lawyer.  IP: Logged |
Hawk
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posted 09-23- 03:30 PM
How did you know I would fall for that tired old "baby wolf" routine?IP: Logged |
nealg
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posted 09-24- 01:18 AM
Heya, Hawk! Set me up with....?? What the?? Hey!! What's this broken glass? WHOA!! ( nealg ducks as a badly chipped, but unbroken, bottle flies past his ear )Goth? Is that you? What are ya...?? Jade? What?!!? Where'd you get that jacket? You don't IRON those!! Ya wear em for 6 months, then toss em in a corner for 2 weeks before ya wear em again!! Hawk!! Stop laughin, you gonna hurt someone...is that thing a double barrel? ( nealg continues to talk nonsense - a specialty of his - until he can get close enough to grab Jade's picture, then turns and runs for the door ) Goth !! Cover me!! OUCH!! Hey..where'd this baby wolf come from??
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[This message has been edited by nealg (edited 09-24-2000).] IP: Logged |
Poniat
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posted 09-24- 05:10 PM
... The pile of unswept rubbish occupying the dark corner of the room moves and then moves again... start to shake and finally the loose not rotten over yet pieces of paper, chewing gum, sausage skins and potato crisps together with a gathering of empty beer cans shots up powered by a mighty snneze from beneath. Alarmed and a bit shaken barman stops stirring a drink and points the bussines end of an ancient, percussion shotgun at the moving pile of rubbish. His finger slowly squeezes the trigger, tighter and tighter and suddenly... crak!! The the hammer drops failing to ignite the cap. The barman spit into the coctail with digust and reaches under his armpit and pulls a chrome plated .44 ...He he holds the piece half withdrawn as he watches in dismay the figure of Poniat slowly emerging from beneath the pile.
Another Czech Budweiser, plewuizze! Poniat sort of orders as he stumbles towards the bar dragging behind him a tail of ampty cans glued to his backside with chewing gum. His eyes still closed he takes the cocktail the barman pushes towards him with the shotgun and pours it into his mouth. Mean the baby woolf approaches cautiously his legs raises his hind leg and pours the stuff down Poniat's trousers with a great look of self appreciation.
Yeah, this guy hasn't been the same since he stopped flying, mummbles Hawk and starts cleanig beer glasses... ------------------
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Hawk
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posted 09-25- 10:36 AM
As I get the last beer glass clean a new figure enters the bar. A ghostly figure, tall and thin and very hard to see without proper hollywood lighting."Who are you?" I ask putting the squeaky clean glass up to the light and marveling at my workmanship while viewing the spectore through it's clear, but somewhat distorted suface. "I am the ghost of Multiplayer past" he utters softly. What the hell? "what do you mean buddy?" I burble dropping the glass. "I am the ghost of Multiplayer, the Multiplayer of B-17II" Good Greif! Like I need this on a monday. "Get the hell out of here, I have heard enough whining about that damn subject and you have overstayed your welcome, Out!" I screamed while looking for the shards of glass that will someday find their way into my shoes. "Ok, Ok, take it easy. Can I get a beer?" the ghost shreeked while gliding up to the bar. I grabbed the double barrel of joy and pumped untill the room was full of smoke and my ears rang like a Christmas Santa in front of K-Mart. After a couple hours of patching most of the holes were filled but the picture of Jade will always have a little ballast in the lower left corner now. The ghost was gone, or had I had a nightmare and woke up firing? I will never know for sure but it sure scared the hell out of me, and the ghost was freeky too. IP: Logged | |
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